Rampage
Once someone
-angry
-came shouting:
-"I killed him; the bastard! "
Terror ruled with fear, and dread
-faces and the pants wet
-floated the questions:
-"Who? ", "Why? ", "What? "
I too, must go shouting
-angry
-"Have to kill…this bastard! "
Mine is word
When I write is silent
-Satan-like opens eyes
-with outrage…
-fall the jaws
-come frowns…
-some question:
-"He said so? "
-"That ugly poor and old-
-unaware…? "
-"That nothing? "
-"That nonsense…? "
Must commit suicide
-or go on a rampage
-massacre, bloodshed
-…of the words…
Must bring back silence!
-peace and calm and justice!
What happened to rebel?
-is it age related?
-…or of guts?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem